𝐀 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞 ║Tom Riddle ✔ [EDITING]

Chapter Twenty-Seven: A Grave of Secrets

Only when we are no longer afraid do we begin to live.
-Dorothy Thompson

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"Why does this always happen to us?!" I hiss at him.

"It's you." He replies, eyes hard and darting around from one person to the next. "You attract danger like no one I've ever met. It's utterly exhausting." He scowls, making me sneer at him.

"That is a false accusation. You have no proof." I huff.

"Is this not proof enough." He gives me a cold look, and I take out my wand.

"Do we fight?" I snap, ignoring his accusation, and he purses his lips.

"We have terrible odds." He announces, and I sigh, rolling my eyes.

"No, really?!" I hiss at him. "I thought eleven to two were amazing odds!"

He ignores my panicked outburst, "To what do we owe this pleasure?" Tom demands, voice firm and loud. Grindelwald snickers, moving to walk in front of us.

"I want my daughter back." He raises a brow, making Tom shrug.

"Go get her then. She'd been a pain in my-" I cover his mouth with my hand. Don't you dare my eyes glare at him.

"Listen to the boy, dearie. Although my Aurors and I would adore a fight right now. Killing you two would not benefit me in any manner." He sneers, making me scoff. His mismatched eyes, so like Ariana's, were devoid of the love she usually had for us. I was not handing that precious child away to this monster. I refused.

"You need us, you idiot. You wouldn't kill us." I mock Grindelwald, making him grin at me.

"Yes, but torture remains on the table." He grins, wickedly, and I smile... a cruel, taunting smile. "Give it your best shot." I snarl and raise my wand, meeting the wizard in combat.

"Ohhhhhhh, I like you!!!" He gives an evil giggle. "You'd be a beast working for me." He thinks out loud again.

"I'd never work for someone like you. Someone who treated their own daughter like trash." I snap again. Grindelwald's eyes flare up in anger.